Io sat by the dock with some other group members when Maki ran over and sat down. Io, though she liked her, payed Maki no mind. She gazed out into the see. Everything was so peaceful, she wanted to hold the feeling for as long as possible.
"Hey there miss," said a man.
Io turned, "Are you speaking to me sir?" she inquired. He was a human; that was strange.
"I hope you and your friends aren't going out to sea! I've heard baaaad things about that body of water."
"Like what?"
"Legend says there's a deamon out there! nobody knows what kind it is but be on the look out miss. I think it could be somekind of," he paused to grimace, "half-breed. You don't want trouble from those folks."
Io giggled. "Thank you very much, I'll keep a watch for thos nasty monsters!"
"I'm serious miss, be careful." With that the man walked away.
Io pondered the thought of a deamon. If it was a half-breed, what was it like?
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